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@dreamsomnias
ANGEL, HE CALLS ME - DOES HE KNOW THAT I'M FALLING?
#DREAMSOMNIAS โ multimuse for ocs & cater diamond from twisted wonderland. multiverse && multiship friendly. dreamed by lyre!! this blog is a sideblog off a personal main แ ( แข แต แข )แ
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โ um. fannar. apologies. can i please. โ cough cough cough. โ ...borrow some money. i'll pay it back โ with interest if you wish, but crowley hasโ apparently forgotten to pay me this month. i apologise. โ
โ @dreamsomnias ; sunday
โI don't need your money, Mister Oak. But because Crowley is apparently incompetent, I will give you more than he would.โ Instead of, y'know, handing Sunday physical cash, he pulls out one of many black cards and hands it over.
โI'm actually not too sure how much is on that one, I just know it's one of my spares. Keep it, if you wish. I've no need for it.โ
he squeaks like a dog toy. that's a lot of money. well โ he can't tell how much money it is, but that doesn't stop him from squeaking like said dog toy. he swears on his life he can feel the money in the card.
โ oh my. thankโ you, โ he says, hesitating for a moment. โ it's. greatly appreciated. headmage crowley is not the mostโ attentive boss. aha. โ this is. โ thank you, โ he says again. slightly pathetically. โ
Lyre i think abt how Carmineโs pet peeve is liars. and then i think about how anwir lies so often but when he talks to little red he tries to make them small things. and. then i die. do you think Carmine tries to get Anwir to tell the truth more often. or is Anwirโs compulsion for the lack of truth something that drives Carmine to close off.
I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T GET THE NOTIFICATION FOR THIS??? anyway. hmms. perhaaaps both,, carmine will always prefer honesty over all. to be honest, he'd prefer if someone hurt his feelings with the truth than if they lied to them. so he tries to get anwir to tell the truth because if he doesn't then carmine knows nothing will go well. but it happens anyway and there is nothing he can do to stop it, it seems. the neverending cycle of what you knew was going to happen, but you wished it wouldn't anyway.
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this guy seems to be chill with everyone.
to an extent, briar is the same. technically. if you have almost no friends, then you can't be enemies with anyone, right? though, he says that - at the same time, the people who he's used his unique magic on (or their friends and family, at least) seem to dislike him quite heavily.
he can't blame them. he would too. but he observes kit from a distance - who knew a guy in his class could be so wildly different from him? the wonders of putting so many different people in one class and hoping for the best. it's animal languages, at the moment - and this guy seems to have everything down.
admittedly, animal languages isn't his best subject, so there doesn't seem to be any harm in it. briar walks up to kit, and sits just beside him. โ hiya, โ he says, in a nondescript sort of tone. โ you're good at this subject, right? it isn't my strong point. do you mind if i sit here? โ
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- Eirwyn Porter ๐ - Asher Schienberg ๐ช - Thanasis Degori ๐ฅ - Cedric Einarsson โ๏ธ - Kuroiwa Yui๐ - Christof Schwartz ๐ - Johann Schwartz ๐ - Silas Frowein ๐ - Emrys Belrose ๐น
"I know I was complaining about being broke when 'lone put me on a budget 5 million mora per month only but now I'm actually broke and I hate this shit. THIS STINGY EXCUSE FOR A HEADMASTER DOESN'T THINK THE STATE OF MY WARDROBE IS AN EMERGENCY! HAS HE SEEN HOW DRAB MY CLOTHES ARE??"
โ would you. like some more money? i get enough in my paycheck. please do ask if you need anything. you're... technically a student of mine anyway. โ something something tables.
"....Oh archons i understand why the world is named how it is now" Yuzuru muttered to himself "Aha... thank you, that'd be much appreciated. I'd offer to pay you back but I'm not quite sure if I'd be able to return all your money before i go home"
โ โsorry, did you say something? โ blink blink. wide eyes. his expressions are the same across worlds, apparently. โ ah, please don't worry about it - consider it a gift. โ he waves his hand. these tables are turning too fast and too much, maybe. โ i can recommend you a good clothes store, if you like. โ
โ would u still love me if i ate a worm. โ
"Thats irrelevant, why did you eat a worm"
โ not telling unless you tell me if you would love me anyway ๐ฅบ alright i was hungry. sevens forbid i'm peckish. โ
"I don't love anybody ๐ and there are so many better things to have eaten. Couldn't you just make a trip to the cafeteria? Or bribed Ruggie to fetch you snacks"
โ aight fine would you still tolerate me if i ate a worm?? which is hypothetical obviously i'd never do that lol. haha. lmao imagine. ANYWAYS i highkey forgot where i put my money ๐ and the worm was like. right there. in grabbing distance. you can see the convenience. โ
Carmine if I canโt flirt with your grandpa can I flirt with your (pet??) wolf.
โ ... โ
โ ...sure? uh. does he want to be flirted with? i can't see him... wait, pet? โ
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Little Red and the Wolf
@dreamsomnias the idea of karya when his grandson comes home with a wolf beastkid covered in blood and not questioning it. apparently this wolf is older than carmine!! then why are they a little close in height..... oh hes hunched over.... and behind carmine....
// OUHHHH THEM??? my babies..... oh my god they look so small they look so squishy ๐
// wyd when your grandson waltzes up like hi!! i found a kid ๐ we're friends now (i have no standards because i do not have any other friends anyway) and Can We Keep Him just for a little bit ๐ฅบ please ๐ฅบ
Sooo Karya.... are you free anytime this week.....
โ . . . well, now-
โ hey?? stay away from my gramps?? little red do you see this shit.
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โ ???? please don't flirt with him ๐ฅ i am not sure whether i should feel uncomfortable or. concerned. probably both? โ
Malcolm felt itchy from the interaction with Anwir. Like he was being watched but couldn't figure out who or where. Or maybe it was the asphyxiation getting to him again. He was over-binding after all.
Carmine would kill him if he knew.
Don't think about that, actually. Anything involving death just reminded him of Mom.
The archer continued walking the halls of NRC, not paying much mind to how empty the halls were due to it being a weekend. But a familiar glimpse of red made him smile, just a little bit. He wasn't with Professor Carita after all, then.
"'Ay, Carmine! Wait up for me, aye?"
@preservedfrostbite | malcolm macaiodh
...hm?
carmine turns around - hesitantly at first, and then more cheerfully as his expression brightens. โ malcolm, โ he says quietly, stopping in his path to wait for the archer to catch up to him. โ good to see you. are you doing well? โ he asks, head tilting in an almost birdlike fashion.
he's never been a particularly chatty person, of course. his shoulders are hunched, and he stands with his hands in his pockets as if he's trying to make himself look smaller instinctively, bringing one hand up to adjust his glasses on his face. โ it's the weekend. shouldn't you be resting? โ
โShuidn't you? I've got nothin' t'do on the weekend, jus' wanted to see if ye were still here. I didny see ye today an' got worried.โ Like always, Malcolm's accent was hard to decipher, but after a bit of time with the archer, Carmine managed to more or less decode what Malcolm says.
โIt's good t'see ye anyway, lil cardinal.โ
โ gramps, โ carmine says, shrugging by way of explanation. he continues by saying, โ it's quiet on the weekends. i prefer it when not many people are here, โ he hums, taking off his glasses and wiping them with his sleeve before putting them back on. โ don't be worried; 's not like i can get lost, anyway. โ not with his unique magic. useless though it is in any other situation.
carmine smiles slightly. it is bright, though his eyes are not. โ and you, malcolm, โ he says back. something inside him notes that malcolm does not call him 'little red' as he had yesterday. (to be honest, he had been surprised when he did at all - anwir being anwir, and all.)
โFair enough. I also prefer th'quiet over noise.โ Malcolm seems relieved that Carmine doesn't comment on the change in nickname, but he does still look particularly unsettled by something.
โYe might no' be able t'get lost, but ye can still get stuck somewhere I canny follow.โ
โ ...are you alright? โ he asks after a moment, head tilting slightly. โ you seem a little... different, โ carmine finishes listlessly after a short pause. what else can he say? - nothing much without being rude. wow, malcolm, you look like shit. that's not going to go down well.
carmine laughs lightly. โ but i'll always be able to find my way back, โ he assures. โ 's long as you wait. right? โ (one day this will be a lie. for now, though. for a little bit.)
starter for @dreamsomnias / emrys
When you go hunting, do you prefer the silence of an arrow or the efficiency of a bullet? Yukihiko prefers the latter, but he still appreciates the life given for what it is.
Yukihiko stalks the woods surrounding NRC like a snow leopard prowling a mountaintop for prey, effortlessly camouflaged despite his unorthodox appearance. He adjusts the muffler on his rifle, running a reverent hand down the metal barrel.
The sniper's footfalls are quiet against damp earth, and boots pause when Yukihiko turns to look behind him.
The twip! of an arrow being released catches his attention and he jerks out of the way before it can graze his cheek, lodging in a tree trunk behind him.
โAwfully rude.โ
there is no movement for a second. no sign of life other than what was already in the trees; flora and fauna as it should be. no rustling of the leaves on the floor, either - the wind disturbs the trees for a second, and there is nothing but silence.
suddenly, very suddenly - a figure swings down from one of the trees. at first upside down, hooked on a branch by his legs, and then flipping off in such a smooth fashion that it makes it look easy. a longbow is fixed to his back. โ you should not be here, โ he says at first, face cold and distant. โ should you not? โ
โI was unaware I needed permission to feed myself.โ Yukihiko turns on the safety of his gun and straps it to his back before crossing his arms and looking at Emrys with a mix of a pout and a scowl.
his eyes narrow slightly, before he instead raises a single eyebrow in a cold, elegant fashion. straight from his father; although his older sister is better at it than he, it looks similar enough to a human eye. โ you do need permission to hunt in the woods, however. โ
โ do you- not have enough food? i should have thought the school would have provided it, no? โ emrys asks, the cold look fading into something slightly looser. โ that is its job, after all. โ
Yukihiko shifts a little, unwilling to let Emrys see that the uniform he wore was just a bit too big.
โYou think Crowley cares enough to feed me?โ
Yukihiko considers Emrys' words. Right, the world functions differently here.
โI'm sorry for not asking permission. Crowley doesn't provide me with nearly enough funds to feed myself and Grim.โ Does it hurt his ego a little to apologize? Yep. But he needed to have less of an ego if he wanted to actually eat tonight.
โ ...what good is a king if he cannot take care of his subjects? โ emrys says after a short pause, something sardonic in his words that melts away quicker than ice left out too long. โ you should contact the school board about that. โ
oh - he hadn't been expecting an apology, to be honest, but hey!- he'll take it. so he shakes his head instead - โ ...it's alright. these trees do not hold grudges. โ instead, he whips to the side suddenly: shooting an arrow so fast his hand is a blur. โ you will need a stronger silencer for that gun, โ he says instead. โ the one you have - good for humans, good for some fauna. not for the ones you want, not here. they are wary. you will not get the best of the deal. go to sam's, โ he suggests.
and then he points in the direction he shot in. โ collect that on a separate journey. it is too cumbersome to carry along with the others; it will not be running away now. โ emrys does not explain what it is. something big.
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Malcolm felt itchy from the interaction with Anwir. Like he was being watched but couldn't figure out who or where. Or maybe it was the asphyxiation getting to him again. He was over-binding after all.
Carmine would kill him if he knew.
Don't think about that, actually. Anything involving death just reminded him of Mom.
The archer continued walking the halls of NRC, not paying much mind to how empty the halls were due to it being a weekend. But a familiar glimpse of red made him smile, just a little bit. He wasn't with Professor Carita after all, then.
"'Ay, Carmine! Wait up for me, aye?"
@preservedfrostbite | malcolm macaiodh
...hm?
carmine turns around - hesitantly at first, and then more cheerfully as his expression brightens. โ malcolm, โ he says quietly, stopping in his path to wait for the archer to catch up to him. โ good to see you. are you doing well? โ he asks, head tilting in an almost birdlike fashion.
he's never been a particularly chatty person, of course. his shoulders are hunched, and he stands with his hands in his pockets as if he's trying to make himself look smaller instinctively, bringing one hand up to adjust his glasses on his face. โ it's the weekend. shouldn't you be resting? โ
โShuidn't you? I've got nothin' t'do on the weekend, jus' wanted to see if ye were still here. I didny see ye today an' got worried.โ Like always, Malcolm's accent was hard to decipher, but after a bit of time with the archer, Carmine managed to more or less decode what Malcolm says.
โIt's good t'see ye anyway, lil cardinal.โ
โ gramps, โ carmine says, shrugging by way of explanation. he continues by saying, โ it's quiet on the weekends. i prefer it when not many people are here, โ he hums, taking off his glasses and wiping them with his sleeve before putting them back on. โ don't be worried; 's not like i can get lost, anyway. โ not with his unique magic. useless though it is in any other situation.
carmine smiles slightly. it is bright, though his eyes are not. โ and you, malcolm, โ he says back. something inside him notes that malcolm does not call him 'little red' as he had yesterday. (to be honest, he had been surprised when he did at all - anwir being anwir, and all.)
starter for @dreamsomnias / emrys
When you go hunting, do you prefer the silence of an arrow or the efficiency of a bullet? Yukihiko prefers the latter, but he still appreciates the life given for what it is.
Yukihiko stalks the woods surrounding NRC like a snow leopard prowling a mountaintop for prey, effortlessly camouflaged despite his unorthodox appearance. He adjusts the muffler on his rifle, running a reverent hand down the metal barrel.
The sniper's footfalls are quiet against damp earth, and boots pause when Yukihiko turns to look behind him.
The twip! of an arrow being released catches his attention and he jerks out of the way before it can graze his cheek, lodging in a tree trunk behind him.
โAwfully rude.โ
there is no movement for a second. no sign of life other than what was already in the trees; flora and fauna as it should be. no rustling of the leaves on the floor, either - the wind disturbs the trees for a second, and there is nothing but silence.
suddenly, very suddenly - a figure swings down from one of the trees. at first upside down, hooked on a branch by his legs, and then flipping off in such a smooth fashion that it makes it look easy. a longbow is fixed to his back. โ you should not be here, โ he says at first, face cold and distant. โ should you not? โ
โI was unaware I needed permission to feed myself.โ Yukihiko turns on the safety of his gun and straps it to his back before crossing his arms and looking at Emrys with a mix of a pout and a scowl.
his eyes narrow slightly, before he instead raises a single eyebrow in a cold, elegant fashion. straight from his father; although his older sister is better at it than he, it looks similar enough to a human eye. โ you do need permission to hunt in the woods, however. โ
โ do you- not have enough food? i should have thought the school would have provided it, no? โ emrys asks, the cold look fading into something slightly looser. โ that is its job, after all. โ
"Ay, Emrys. Didny think ye'd be 'ere so early." Malcolm greeted as he entered the designated area for the archery club. He beelined for the rack that the bows were kept on and picked up his favorite one, then made his way over to the actual shooting range.
He looked... more tired than usual. and the long-sleeved jacket of his uniform was displaced in a way to reveal faint slivers of pale scar tissue on top of freckled skin.
Malcolm knocked an arrow on his bow and pulled the string back, then released to watch the arrow fly and hit the target in the dead center. Bullseye.
@preservedfrostbite | Malcolm MacAiodh
โ ah! hello, my friend, โ emrys greets, in that clear voice of his. โ i rise with the sun, โ he shrugs, by way of a cryptic explanation. โ the birdsong marks dawn; i thought i might as well get a head start, no? โ
he's holding his bow already, of course - and in the practised fashion of the hunters of eryn lasgalen, emrys nocks an arrow. he draws his bow and releases said arrow so fast it's a blur to the human eye: to his fae eyes, of course, the story is quite different. โ are you doing quite alright? you seem a little down. โ his polite way of remarking on malcolm's current state.
even as he's turned away, the arrow hits its mark, cutting through the string that holds up a practise dummy. The aim is meant to be to shoot the dummy itself - but who is he if not a little extra? โ the song of the trees sounds pleasant today, โ he says. nocks another arrow. pulls his hand back till it reaches his cheek. not too far or the arrow hits your hand. release. a rhythmic, half-musical fashion.
โNo' much. Jus' a wee bit doon today.โ Malcolm watches Emrys' arrow fly and nocks another two himself, pulling his hand back to his own ear.
Breathe. Release.
The two arrows fly and hit the ropes holding up the two dummies between where Malcolm was standing.
โI learned 'at wan from you.โ
โ a shame, โ hums emrys. nock-draw-loose. an easy rhythm he has grown very used to over the centuries (and centuries and centuries, for people will always speak of the agelessness of the wood elves). โ i always prefer to see you cheerful, my friend. โ
saying โa laugh like a bellโ sounds cliche. in instances where it is true, however - it's hard to avoid. emrys lets out a light sort of laugh that sounds sort of like windchimes. โ and i am glad to be an adequate teacher, โ he says, with a movement that half-resembles a curtsey. โ and especially to such a competent student. โ he is surprisingly good at understanding malcolm's accent. probably because in the fae tongue, he's in the same boat.
โMair than adequate, really. But not t'worry, I'm feeling better already jus' from talking to you'se.โ
Malcolm shoots with the same ease. While he may not have centuries of experience under his belt, he's always had a talent for archery. His dorm mates joked it was destiny for him to become Rook 2.0, Malcolm believed no one would be able to reach Rook's level of eccentricity.
โ are you sure? โ he asks in that slightly elegant - he's still noble, after all, no matter how much he doesn't act it - way of his. (for somebody noble, fun fact: emrys has the equivalent of a country accent when speaking fae. it's kinda funny. โ if anything is wrong, you can always tell me. the trees will always listen. โ
he also really likes trees. an obnoxious amount. nock-draw-release. he's out of arrows, so he pulls a knife from his boot (a habit he's learnt from the always well-armed ashar) and throws it at the target instead. hits it dead-on.
